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- I and rest opaque and still.
- Your burn, tight grip, quick mind: you take what you desire,
- And I never will.
- I wane,
- you leave nothing untouched, unmarred, intact.
- The frost can kill and take as well, but life remains.
- You made it all black.
- You've burned, gone at last.
- I flow, and leave a whiteness dressed, my mark, and cold--
- "Close up! It comes again." Your heat is in the past,
- But frost will not fold.
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